Hollow Rock

It sits by the sink,

a gray, pocked lump.

Supposed to smooth things out,

but it just feels like dust.

I tried scrubbing the burnt pan,

thinking it would lift the grime.

It just scraped, a dry friction,

like fingernails on slate.

This porous chunk of nothing,

pretending to be useful.

Another thing I picked up

to make myself feel better,

and it just grinds.

It makes my knuckles ache.